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He sets me down, then opens the door to his truck and slides the seat all the way back. Then he gets in and helps me up and I sit on his lap, straddling him.

"I really need to get my own place," he says, kissing me. "But for now, this will have to do."

I wrap my arms around his neck and slide in closer, pressing against his crotch.

"Shit," he mutters.

"What?" I ask innocently

He smiles. "You know what."

"I just wanted to get closer." I kiss him as he slips his hand under my shirt.

"You're not wearing a bra," he says over my lips.

"Because I was planning to go to bed. Then you called and I didn't have time to put one on." I laugh as I say it.

"You're trouble, you know that?" He glances at my apartment, then back at me. "You sure we can't go up to your room? I promise to be quiet."

"Not tonight."

He turns my head and whispers in my ear, "But there are so many things I want to do to you that I can't do in this truck."

My breath hitches as his tongue circles over my earlobe.

"It'll have to wait for another night." I manage to get the words out but just barely. I'm completely breathless, my heart pounding, wanting him to touch me.

And then my stupid phone goes off. I check it quick. It's Amber. She must need something or she wouldn't be calling.

Austin sits back. "Do you need to get that?"

I sigh. "Yeah, but I'll be quick." I answer the phone. "Hey, are you okay?"

"My head's not getting any better. Could you take my car and run down to the store?"

"Um, just a minute." I turn away from the phone and say to Austin, "Do you mind if we go to the store?"

"No, not at all."

I talk to Amber, "Okay, we'll go get you something. You want those migraine pills?"

"Yeah. Where are you right now?"

"In the parking lot with Austin."

"Oh. Sorry to interrupt. Why didn't you bring him upstairs?"

"I didn't want to wake you up." I get off Austin's lap and climb over to the passenger side. "We'll leave right now, okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Sorry," I say to Austin as he starts up the truck. "She doesn't usually get migraines so we don't have anything she can take."

He leans over and kisses me. "Don't worry about it. Like you said, we have plenty of other nights to do stuff. Right now, you need to help your friend."

He is such a great guy. Most other guys would be mad we got interrupted, but Austin isn't upset at all.

We get the medicine at the drugstore on the corner and are back at my apartment a few minutes later.

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